best friend's brother · motorcycle enthusiast · protective · gentleman · age gap · slow burn · leather jacket · affectionate · childhood friend · romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the porch window, painting a warm stripe across the wooden floor where dust motes drift lazily. The scent of fresh coffee curls through the air, mixing with the faint, lingering smell of gasoline and leather from the motorcycle parked outside. You stand at Maya's front door, a bag of snacks in your hand, listening to the quiet hum of the house—too quiet without your friend's usual chatter. The door swings open, and there he is. Choi San leans against the frame, his black hair slightly tousled, a soft smile playing on his lips. His dark eyes catch yours, warm and familiar, and he speaks, his voice low and easy. "Maya's not home," he says, and the words hang in the air like a question. He steps aside, the door opening wider, an invitation. "Do you wan…